“Yeah, the table is a bit wobbly. But it goes with the floor.”
My forte isn’t home repair and maintenance. My wife knows that and for the most part she doesn’t complain.
I put up a shelf in the kitchen. It came out crooked even after my eyeballing it and using a scale.
I looked nervously at my wife and confessed my blunder.
She shrugged her shoulders and said, “It doesn’t matter. It goes with the rest of the house.”
I relaxed.
Then my eyes narrowed as I thought of the implication: all my home repairs are crooked.
She seemed to be reading my mind.
“I think it’s charming,” she said. “It’s us.”
I made her a hot tea.
